Ever wondered how far your wife would go with someone else? Whether she acts differently when you're not there? Here's my experience and believe me it was a shock.
It started at her office Christmas Party. Because there had been too many restrictions the year before with party poopers and politically correct bores it had been decided to have it at a private house. That way it wasn't technically anything to do with the firm and they didn't need to invite the spoilsports anyway. So they let it be known it was going to be noisy, naughty and the drink was going to flow. It was up to each employee to decide if they wanted to bring their partner - all were welcome.
My wife wanted me to join her and I agreed. We are a quiet couple and my wife is usually very shy – and unfortunately a bit straight-laced. Or so I thought! Now we like to enjoy ourselves and have a dance and a drink – but we're never exactly wild and loud. Anyway you've got the picture – so there we were and the party was in full swing. Trouble was I couldn't drink because of medication but that was ok – it was after all my wife's party and I told her to enjoy herself – no problem.
My wife had spent time circulating and chatting while I was happy to watch the "going's on" and antics of the crowd when the alcohol started to take effect. When my wife rejoined me I commented on how some people seemed to be getting out of hand. Hands were wandering up skirts and down blouses and men's crotches were being felt.
"It's only a bit of harmless fun," said my wife. That was the first surprise! Usually she would be the first to frown on public displays of sex. I noticed a woman with two men – one was giving her hell of a passionate kiss while the other waited his turn. The men managed to do the same with several women – some while their husbands were nearby. I commented again to my wife.
"They're just enjoying themselves – it's only because it's Christmas," she said quietly. She seemed to be envious and I felt a bit unsettled about it. It was as though she thought my presence was spoiling her fun. Feeling annoyed I asked her a question.
"So if I wasn't here those men would be groping you too?"
"Well they might do that anyway – they don't seem to care do they?"
Her reply shocked me but worse was to come.
"You wouldn't object to them dragging you off to a dark corner to have a feel of your tits while they slobbered all over you then? They're doing a bit more than giving a Christmas kiss under the mistletoe aren't they?" There was a tone in my voice.
"They are nice guys really – I've always found them ok. It's just them having fun. I don't see anyone complaining." She would never normally have been so broad-minded.
"That's not what I asked you. And how come you know them – they work in the same building but not for your company?"
"I sometimes talk to them at lunchtime – if I sit in the sun on the roof or go for a walk. No," she added, "I wouldn't make a scene and spoil the party. Like I said, it's just a bit of fun at Christmas."
"So you wouldn't mind if they came over and started to kiss and touch you up? You'd let them lead you off - even though I'm here?"
"Well yes, why not? It's Christmas and it's a party."
I was gobsmacked! That was an answer I would never have believed possible. I was more shocked than annoyed then I wondered - just how much time did she spend with these guys during her lunch-breaks? She watched them as intently as I did but with a look of envy. Envious of the women that were getting "touched up" and kissed by them. It was obvious that she had taken a fancy to one of them. I was beginning to feel a little jealous.
Well – as the party went on and my wife circulated and danced, it got wilder. I stayed quiet, watching, partly because I was still sober and partly because of what my wife had said. I had never seen her with such an attitude before. Then her boss asked me a favour. A couple of people had overdone it – they had started drinking early in the afternoon and were the worst for wear. Would I be a nice guy and drive them home? He knew I wasn't able to drink. I said ok then called my wife over to tell her.
"What a bloody cheek he has asking you!" she said. "He has no right to expect you to take them home. Why doesn't he call them a cab?"
"Well, he wants to make sure they get in the house safely I think," I said. "I should only be gone about thirty minutes."
So I left and drove them home. I couldn't help but feel my wife's protests had seemed a little exaggerated and false. The couple seemed almost asleep in the back seat and the woman's skirt was up round her thighs. In short this is what happened next.
I got them home. They couldn't find a key. The man began to feel ill. I couldn't just leave them on the roadside so I waved down a passing police-car and explained the situation. He was a good copper and gave me the name of an approved locksmith. When I called him he said about two hours. Great! I called the party and left a message for my wife – don't expect me for two hours. You can see where this is leading can't you?
The locksmith sent an assistant – he was there in twenty minutes. I got the couple upstairs and dumped the woman on her bed – the man crawled into the bathroom. Her skirt was now around her waist and her pussy may as well have been naked. I could have fucked her and she wouldn't have known about it. In fact watching her earlier she probably wouldn't have objected then! But you can go to jail for that so I made sure they were safe and comfy then left.
I was going to let my wife know that I was on my way back but decided against it – I was curious about something. Driving back to the party I was aware that I had a hard on and felt horny. Partly due to the woman's cunt being on show – but partly because of my fertile imagination about my wife. Yet I was also nervous and jealous – not to mention feeling a little upset that she would let other men feel her – and enjoy it!
I entered the house from the rear door. No one noticed me – most were either too "pissed" or groping each other. Some women had their tops removed. Where the fuck was my wife? Then I spotted her – in the hallway.
She was stood with the two men, holding a drink and chatting away. I moved into a corner to watch them without being seen. As they laughed and chatted away one of them put his hand around her waist and bent to kiss her – on the lips – just for a few seconds. They chatted a bit more – then the other one kissed her. I felt the pangs of jealousy rise up in me and my heart began to race. So it went on – talking, kissing – each kiss seemed a little longer and more intense than the last. But it was their hands that were causing me concern – or rather what they were doing with them.
As each man held and kissed her his hand went from gently resting on her waist to climbing up to her breast. After a while they began to cup her bosom and I could see fingers caressing her nipples. It was as though as each man watched what the other could get away with he would go a little further.
Now as one kissed her and squeezed her tits the other one began to stroke her thigh while he watched. She never made any attempt to resist or knock their hands away. My heart was pounding like mad and I felt a little sick. Butterflies were flying around my stomach. I was about to go over and put a stop to it but something held me back. I had to know how far she would go. This was how she was like when I wasn't with her – to restrict her behaviour – probably the real "she".
I actually saw her obligingly move the arm that she was holding her drink with out of the way of her bust to let one man get a better feel of her tits. I couldn't believe it! Why were they paying my wife so much attention – every other woman had been given a kiss or two then they had moved on to the next one?
Feeling a little conspicuous I got myself a drink and took up a position where I was able to observe the trio without them seeing me. No one else noticed my presence. Just watching them kiss her and how she let them run their hands up and down her body made me feel both sick with jealousy and a little betrayed. Yet I couldn't help be conscious of the fact that I had a raging hard on – my cock was trying to burst out of my pants. There was something exciting about watching my wife responding to these men.
Suddenly one of the men pointed to a broom cupboard and whispered something to my wife. Both men looked quickly round and next minute the door was opened and she was gone – inside with one of the men! My heart pounded – my stomach churned – and my head screamed! If the other man hadn't have stood by the door casually sipping his drink I could have gone over and listened to what was going on inside. What was she going to let him do in there? He had already felt her tits and run his hand up her thigh. How far would she go?
